*Author's Notes*
Thanks to those who have given me reviews so far! I love feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated. I like to know if there are things I can improve.
Phantomgurl33- I don't like seeing Erik in pain either, but I had to in some way show exactly how strong his love and longing for Christine was.
draegon-fire- I can't just give away what will happen! Keep reading to find out! I hope you will enjoy what does happen though.
florence- I just updated the story so I hope you like it. I am glad you've enjoyed it so far.
The Phantom Parisienne- Thanks for the advice. I really haven't been with the site for long so I don't know what people will expect or what they like. I hope the spacing in Chapter 3 is better for you and (as you can see) I have added Author's Notes.
Thanks again to all of you and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
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I glanced quickly around the hall to make sure no one was out. I gently took Christine's arm and opened the door of my room.
"Come in here," I said quietly. We walked into the room and I locked the door behind us. "Where is the Viscount?" I asked bitterly.
"He has a room on the second floor," Christine replied.
"Good. Would you like to leave tonight?"
"What?" she asked.
"Would you like to leave tonight?" I repeated.
"Leave for where?" she questioned.
"My home of course," I answered.
"What about Raoul?" she inquired.
"What about him?" I spat.
"He'll wonder where I am," she stated.
"I'll leave a note," I told her. "Besides, he too daft to-"
"Erik!" She cut me off sharply.
"Forgive me my dear, but I sometimes think you take me for granted." I said maliciously. I glared at her and waited for her response.
"No Erik, it's just." She trailed off looking sad.
"It's just what? It shouldn't be a hard choice. Either you want to stay with him, or you want to stay with me," I argued. She sat down on the bed and dropped her head into her hands. I sat down next to her and stroked her hair. I heard her crying softly. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face up.
"Christine, I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to come with me tonight. If you don't, when will you return to Paris?" I asked. She drew a shuddery breath and more tears spilled down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my finger and looked at her concernedly. "What's wrong Christine?"
"I won't," she said.
"You won't what?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.
"If I don't come with you I won't be returning to Paris," she sobbed.
Thanks to those who have given me reviews so far! I love feedback and constructive criticism is always appreciated. I like to know if there are things I can improve.
Phantomgurl33- I don't like seeing Erik in pain either, but I had to in some way show exactly how strong his love and longing for Christine was.
draegon-fire- I can't just give away what will happen! Keep reading to find out! I hope you will enjoy what does happen though.
florence- I just updated the story so I hope you like it. I am glad you've enjoyed it so far.
The Phantom Parisienne- Thanks for the advice. I really haven't been with the site for long so I don't know what people will expect or what they like. I hope the spacing in Chapter 3 is better for you and (as you can see) I have added Author's Notes.
Thanks again to all of you and I hope you enjoy the rest of the story.
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I glanced quickly around the hall to make sure no one was out. I gently took Christine's arm and opened the door of my room.
"Come in here," I said quietly. We walked into the room and I locked the door behind us. "Where is the Viscount?" I asked bitterly.
"He has a room on the second floor," Christine replied.
"Good. Would you like to leave tonight?"
"What?" she asked.
"Would you like to leave tonight?" I repeated.
"Leave for where?" she questioned.
"My home of course," I answered.
"What about Raoul?" she inquired.
"What about him?" I spat.
"He'll wonder where I am," she stated.
"I'll leave a note," I told her. "Besides, he too daft to-"
"Erik!" She cut me off sharply.
"Forgive me my dear, but I sometimes think you take me for granted." I said maliciously. I glared at her and waited for her response.
"No Erik, it's just." She trailed off looking sad.
"It's just what? It shouldn't be a hard choice. Either you want to stay with him, or you want to stay with me," I argued. She sat down on the bed and dropped her head into her hands. I sat down next to her and stroked her hair. I heard her crying softly. I took her chin in my hand and lifted her face up.
"Christine, I didn't mean to upset you. You don't have to come with me tonight. If you don't, when will you return to Paris?" I asked. She drew a shuddery breath and more tears spilled down her cheeks. I wiped them away with my finger and looked at her concernedly. "What's wrong Christine?"
"I won't," she said.
"You won't what?" I asked, not understanding what she meant.
"If I don't come with you I won't be returning to Paris," she sobbed.